CHAPTER III.
THE SEARCH When Isabel came slowly forth at length from the hotel door whither Biddy had conducted her, Scott was sitting alone on a bench in the sunshine.
He rose at once to join her.

"Why, how quick you have been! Or else the time flies here.

Eustace is still skating.

I had no idea he was so accomplished.

See, there he is!" But Isabel set her haggard face towards the mountain-road that wound up beyond the hotel.